The Land of the Little While

If I loved you,

Or put other things

Above you,

But we were

Once together

For a while.

I doubt you ever

Pleased me

And I can’t find

Any reason

Why I stayed

For just one season

Or how it ever

Got that far.

You never picked up

Leaves in autumn

Or cared about

My problems

Or paused with me

To look up

At a star

So, perhaps, I never loved you,

Or put other things

Above you,

But surely

I must have loved you...

For a while.